Robert Ronnow
The Imaginary i
Summer Solstice
A cool breeze after five days of heat
emergencies. South Side Chicago
to Maine coast, everyone is toast. O
everyone be taoist! Everyone’s a
baked potato. Extremely active sun,
high metabolism, hunts all its
caloric needs by noon. Mindful of our
politics, nothing can be done but swelter.
I won’t wear a sweater ever again!
The belief mankind can escape the planet
unlike Hamlet’s dad’s ghost—that’s not happening!
Meanwhile bluebirds skirt the lake like the most
perfectly designed fighter planes. We need
niche: 1/10 inch of annual topsoil,
the atmosphere as seen from outer space,
a well-regulated militia. A
countervailing pressure on reality
to consider unknowns, endure not knowing.
How cool this early summer evening!
People are the element I live in, or else.
Copyright 2024 by Robert Ronnow.